I'm sitting in a corner of Panera with a bagel and chai latte.
It's 6:30.
I woke up early with my notebook and laptop in hand, kissed my husband and snuck out before the children and the sun rose.
Driving here with only so many people on the road I thought...So this is what passion looks like.
I only ever wake up early for a few things.
A good garage sale or vacation!
I've always been somewhat jealous of those people who wake up early to work out!
I've tried to do so many times but I always find it so hard to commit to.
I never had a real passion for it.
But last night, when I thought "I am going to wake up early and escape to write"...for the first time in my life I was excited and driven.
This week is passion week and I can't help but wonder if Jesus woke up in a similar manner.
Not excited, but driven.
In fact, I wonder how much Jesus slept the last week on earth knowing what was waiting for him in the end.
I can't imagine the turmoil, the fear...the anguish.
I can imagine that he may have desired so much to call the angels down to rescue him; to take him away.
Yet, He kept walking towards the cross because of passion.
Webster defines passion "as suffering; a capacity of being acted on by extended agents or forces; emotion as distinguished from reason; intense drive or overmastering feeling or conviction; ardent affection."
In our minds when we hear the word passion, most of us probably convey a love for something. I dont think we necessarily think suffering.
Yet, thats the first definition, "as suffering."
To desire so much for something that you are willing to suffer despite all sense of reason.
Jesus was passionate for us.
Despite all reason.
Despite the fact that we sin, that we msee up, that we fall and flail and doubt and lose the faith daily.
He was so passionate for us that He walked toward the cross.
He was carried on a donkey and praised, only to walk into a den of iniquity.
He walked into a garden to be betrayed.
He walked into a courtroom to be accused.
He walked into a palace to be handed over.
He walked toward guards to be brutally beaten, as 39 lashes scourged his back.
He walked up the hill as He carried His cross to have His hands and feet nailed, hanging on a tree like a criminal. Mocked and shamed.
His passion is what led Him. It was the unreasonable driving force...His ardent love for us....His passion.
This week, remember how much He loves you. Remember what His love bought for us.
His heart beat so violently for you until it could no longer beat anymore.
We have purpose, hope and passion because He was so passionate for us. He gave us all these things, because He was passionate about delivering us from the hands of sin and death.
The gifts and callings He has given us, He paid for on the cross.
We are not worthy of such a love.
Think about that this week as you live out the passions given to you by your Savior.
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8 comments:
New subscriber from the Living Proverbs 31 link-up. My artistic passion used to be for acting on stage. Then, family and children came along, and my passions changed. And that's ok.
You are so gifted.. what a writer full of passion! ;)
Thank you for sharing your life, your family, your faith and your love of Jesus!
I love your post today. We are on the same mission. I am also writing about Jesus this month as part of the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
Mary-andering Creatively
Mary-andering Among the Pages
I enjoyed this post. May we be driven to see more of Him & all that He did this week! I visited from Wed. Prayer Girls. Blessings!
LuAnn thanks for subscribing! Passions do change but I encourage you to find a way to stay with your passions at least a little bit. It's part of your gifts and who you are!Blessings!
Cassie, You are a gift! Thanks girl!
Mary I will be sure to come and check out your blog! Thank for visiting and commenting!
Thanks so much for such a nice post about Passion Week. What a nice thing to be able to get up early and get away to write. Being home I always see all that needs to be done.
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